Autumn Sweater

I can smell the leaves drifting from trees,

And it's been eight months

Since we last shared sentences.

Meeting you suddenly seems less enticing.

My greenery has blushed and gusted away,

And I am uncomfortable showing you my barren self.

Tires drag you into my driveway,

And I wonder if I could simply ignore the door,

The fiery foliage,

And your autumn sweater.

But as my hand pulls the door,

The scent of orange and yellow

Brushes the hair from your eyes,

And I remember why I needed to see you again.